[a series I have been working on]
[part one can be found here]
I wonder--did those strange scents jar
your memories and dreams toward
unseen collisions with silence,
that wrong kind of quiet made dense
with soft specific sounds that spell
a place far deeper than our well-
used alphabet of ancient objects?
Our limbic world just disconnects
over time. Our temporal selves
get disheveled. Cerebral shelves
do not suffice any more. We
strive to hold things in place, but see
only place-holders and when age
eats worlds, the words fall off the page.